Sometimes Great Tunes Happen To Bad Times,

'american Horror' Is The Debasement Of The Suburban Family, The Way A Lonely Kid Would Have Imagined It In The Seventies.

It’s The Same With People Who Say, ‘whatever Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger.’ Even People Who Say This Must Realize That The Exact Opposite Is True. What Doesn’t Kill You Maims You, Cripples You, Leaves You Weak, Makes You Whiny And Full Of Yourself At The Same Time. The More Pain, The More Pompous You Get. Whatever Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Incredibly Annoying.

But The Rhythm Of The Mix Tape Is The Rhythm Of Romance, The Analog Hum Of A Physical Connection Between Two Sloppy, Human Bodies.

Like Most Fans Of 'so You Think You Can Dance,' I Wouldn't Know A Pasodoble If It Beat Me With A Rake.

It Was R.e.m. Who Showed Other Eighties Bands How To Get Away With Ignoring The Rules - They Lived In Some Weird Town Nobody Never Heard Of, They Didn't Play Power Chords, They Probably Couldn't Even Spell 'spandex.' All They Had Was Songs.